SLAINE - The Deadzone lyrics

rate me

The return of the boom bap sound so watch a beast rise

They're watching me now, I got the street's eyes

American rebel, I'm throwing peace signs

Peeling in a tinted-out truck, the seats reclined

Bitches with D sized titties hollering he's fine

Every since my bank account followed with G signs

In this foul country I love I live on the east side

The east coast, specifically reside

In the home of three stripes, land of the Celtic green

You wanna step to get at me I ain't seldom seen

I'm in the Bean daily unless I'm on tour

Unless I'm posted up at Cali banging a blowing whore

Or banging off four-fours if I gotta shoot em

I put a bullet in you, let's see if you're not a human

I'm the freedom fighter ghost writer, Slaine's a religion

Violent criminal with no priors who ain't in a prison

Got my eyes on the prize, it stays in the vision

They switch blue green to hazel, what's in em?

Basel and cinnamon, pizza slices for days in my denim

My hoody tied tight rocking Js in the winter

Steady planning my invasion to enter

The rap game's like a pussy, sprayed my eggs in the center

And I ain't afraid of doing federal sentences

I'd rather spit paragraphs of venom kid, the most venomous

Fuck the devil if gods win then send em in

Tell em if hip hop is dead I'm the medicine

Look at the state that my goddamn head is in

It's only a matter of time before they let us in

So the question's do I fall off and throw it away?

Do I go back to having nothing left with nowhere to stay?

Do I continue to fuck with death and go to the bay?

Or do I make this music until you know what I say?

I'm the voice of the leaving sick dead and depraved

Hopeless and lost, the temptations that led me astray

Will this game I hate so much it led me to stay

I guess I ain't the same motherfucker you said I was hey

On the corner I was known as a loner

In the industry I'm a broken microphone, a goner

I'm the lost soul at the crossroads

I'm the harsh reality to believe in, you pray I'm not so

Jesus Christ I'm precise repping these three stripes

Even when I'm overseas stepping with these Nikes